2/14/2009

Valentime Again

It is once again that time of year when we should think about the ones we love and forget to send them a card. Rather than send any cards myself, I offer up the following happy thoughts that might have been in some cards that I should have sent.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
So is my heart,
Bled dry over you.


Love is a squirrel, flitting feverishly from tree to tree, looking for acorns, only to slip and fall into the street to be squashed by a truck carrying nuts.


My love is a red, red rose, covered in my blood. Damn thorns.
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